anima

.

like a wild horizon

serengeti…wild windswept

grass….

our souls…our egos

hiding….stalking

alert

…hearts pounding

fear….the bongo beat

of this land(e)scape

…..fear

rules the jungle

ears perked

….ready to run

head down…

ready to pounce

…ready

to sink teeth into 

your neck

…until you submit

completely

..to soothe my hunger

I don’t want to

…..sta

rve

(ever notice..how

animal parents abandon their young

as soon as they can walk on their own…

….they cannot bear the shame..)

my antelope ego…

..so afraid

running

…running

endless running

I live..

because

I’m afraid

…to die

and they sit there

in their plush chairs

…watching me on giant

Imax screens

and James Earl Jones

is…telling my story

…and it hurts

because I’m right there

in the audience

..and theres no where

to run

…and no one

to tear apart

in the sterile silence

and suddenly

the giant screen..rips open

and the serengeti comes aLIVE

…and the animals are running

everyones running

….for their friggin lives

and I’m in my element

in ways…

no one can understand

fear rules the anima

once again

war..love….life

money…luxury…fame

Its all

FEAR

under all the suits..and smiles

the beauty….and the lipstick

..the ties..and ropes

the buildings and spires

cocky in the sky

….

lies….the serengeti

of anima

you and me

stalking

each other

in the

…tall grass